She let go of his hand and stood up.
Her fingertips slowly brushed across his face, his furrowed brows, his high nose, his thin lips.
A faint smile appeared at the corners of her mouth.
Unconsciously, she slightly lowered her head, and her lips replaced her fingertips, kissing his cold lips.
Nan Mo…
She silently repeated in her heart, you must be well.
The urging sound came from outside the door again, and she quickly got up, wiping the tears off her face.
She helped place his hands under the blanket, tucked in the corners, looked at him reluctantly one last time, and slowly walked out the door.
As the door closed, the man lying on the bed slowly opened his eyes.
In his dark, deep eyes, a tear rolled down from the corner.
On his handsome face, his cheeks gradually turned red, and the veins on his forehead bulged; the man stared fixedly at the ceiling, as if trying to bore a hole through it.
The hand on the bed clenched into a tight fist.